You married a man you thought loved you. The kingdoms will become allies, all was a lie. He was here to kill you.

You were running away from him. Scars covering your arms and feet covered with dust along with your dress. Face covered in tears and they were unstoppable.

You reached the edge of a waterfall, turned around, he was standing there, his sword already out.

"You don't have to kill me, just tell them, you killed me. Let me go!" You plead

"Don't make it harder than it already is."